Name: Amara Becker Age: 17 years old Family: Either mentally unstable or dead Mental stability: Non existant Sarcasm: Freaking terrible Any strange qualities? I can see things no one else can. That is what i imagine I would write if someone gave me a form with random questions about my life. Its a sad world we live in but its even sadder doing it alone. And alone is the only way I have ever done anything. Its an easy thing to get used to and an easy thing to get sad about. I don"t mind my gift. Its a distraction from the hell I live daily. But sometimes the gift is my own personal hell that no amount of support can get rid of. Until I met them. A rewrite of my story. I tried to write this ages ago and it turned out i wrote it and nothing made sense or matched up at all so a major rewrote is in need. But because I'm a lazy piece of shit, its taken over a year for even this tiny amount of writing to happen. Dont expect a lot or youll be sorely disappointed. Good day, bitches xAll Rights Reserved
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